It's a good stealing cloud.

When that holiday fell, turning into a puddle of ink, Li Gu's solemn brows were relaxed.

He underestimated the power of this painter.

At the same time, I also realized that true cultivators do not rely on divine powers that are different from ordinary people, and such strange and unprepared means are truly extraordinary.

Compared to these, how useful is it for oneself to have an extraordinary human power?

Li Gu shook his head, leaving these thoughts behind.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

"Then hurry, make sure that the grain and grass are delivered on time."

Li Gu said a word, and immediately led to the front, opening the way for the convoy escorting grain and grass.

Along the way, I don't know how many more such things will be encountered.

But in fact, how could the painter not prepare for both, even if he used such a method.

When Li Gu and his party stepped on this road, they had already fallen into an overall situation.

As the convoy moved forward, it stepped onto the road in front of it.

Until everyone turned into that path, and suddenly there was a change.

"Buzz."

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, turned into a picture scroll, and fell.

"Smack."

The scroll fell to the ground.

Then I heard a footstep.

The painter returned, reached out and picked up the scroll, which he rolled up and put into the case.

Draw the clouds, soar away.

The painter glanced at the painting box in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

"It is worthy of Mr. Zhulan, Wu admires ......"

The ability to draw a small world like this is not something that a painter can do, and his attainments have not yet reached such a level.

This was possible thanks to this scroll, and the painter changed the depiction on top of this treasure of his predecessors, which led to this picture scroll that deceived the world, thus attracting these people to fall into it.

The talents of the predecessors will be used again by the future generations, and they will work wonders.

It's a legend.

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The wild goose army was slow to wait for the supply of grain and grass.

kept sending people to look for it, but they couldn't find any trace of the grain and grass, and not only that, but even the escort team was nowhere to be found.

"Find! Dig all the feet into the ground for me to find out! ”

"So much food, so many people! I don't believe it will disappear into thin air! ”

But the result was a big disappointment.

Those grains and grasses, those people, it was as if they had disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of them.

Several strategists in the military tent were like pins and needles, like cold thorns in the back.

Now the situation in the wild goose army is particularly tense.

King Yu's army is outside the city, under the oppression, there are already many soldiers in their hearts to retreat, plus half of the grain and grass was burned, this matter, it is even more panicked in the camp, if the grain and grass can not be replenished, then the matter is big.

Now it is too late to send people to raise food and grass.

"I'm afraid, it's just tonight......"

The strategists in the tent had dark faces, and they did not say a word.

They expected that King Yu's soldiers and horses would attack tonight, but in the face of such a situation, they could not see the slightest hope.

The soldiers are not in the camp, they have been cut off from food and grass for a few days, and they are even more hungry with their chests and backs.

"Otherwise, let's descend ......"

Someone spoke.

"Descend?!"

One of them slapped the table and scolded, "Why do you want to fall! Taizu's bones are still there, I would rather die than surrender to the enemy! Now that I see such a battle, my bones are soft? Oh, if that's the case, it's better to be scattered, so as not to go down to the Yellow Spring and lose face for Taizu! ”

"Is it possible to send so many people to death in vain?"

"What is the fear of death? The old man is a lot old, and he is still afraid of death?! ”

"Okay, good, you are reasonable, I don't disdain you to fight, the nine of us, with Taizu conquering the world, almost all the big and small affairs were in the hands of us, just like at the beginning, then raise your hand to vote, whether to fight or surrender? If you don't want to fight, raise your hand. ”

He was the first to raise his hand.

The other eight just looked at him and said nothing.

But one of the old men straightened his clothes, stood up, and said, "I would rather die standing than fall on my knees." ”

He raised his head and drank the glass of spirits, walked out of the tent, and said, "Come, put on armor for me!" ”

"Take my long knife!"

The remaining seven people looked solemn and seemed to be hesitating.

"How many?"

"I think it's better to descend, and now that it's over, let's do less killing."

"Good! Who else are your colleagues? ”

Look left and right.

The remaining six didn't say anything, just watched the two of them quietly.

For a long time, no one spoke.

The situation is already clear.

Until an old man sitting in one of them sighed and said: "Taizu said back then, the two of you have soft bones and can't stand the test of life and death, but you two have great talents, and you are particularly meticulous in managing the affairs of the army, and there will never be any mistakes in logistics. ”

"But what the old man wants to say today is that I have been fighting with Taizu for more than 21 years, and although I was a civil official, I fought from the bottom of the stream wielding a sword in my early years, and the old man has never been afraid, and it is the same now."

"Under Taizu's account, there are no people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

said, but sighed again, and said: "Since you two are afraid, thinking of the merits of so many years, then let's go, there is a secret road in the city, from now on, the ends of the earth, let you go." ”

The two of them looked solemn, and when they saw such a scene of hatred and hatred, their faces became uncomfortable.

"Okay, you ......"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the two left the tent one after the other.

They fled here.

There was silence for a long time.

The old man who had just spoken took a sip of wine, and his face suddenly turned red, maybe he was too old to do it.

"Ahem......"

"If there is anyone else who is leaving, you can also come with them."

"Isn't that new?"

"Well, it looks like it's gone."

He slammed the wine glass on the table, his tone suddenly became sharp, and said: "That old man's ugly words can be said in front, when the time comes, if anyone is afraid and retreats, even if the old man becomes a ghost, he will not let you go!" ”

"I won't wait, and I'm not afraid."

"It's the end of this life."

"Dying on the battlefield can be regarded as a destination."

"Good!"

"Someone!"

"Fetch the sword! Take the armor! ”

The seven old men put on their armor and held the long sword in their hands, and the red tassel fell from the peeping top, but they saw the pair of eyes that were not angry and arrogant.

In a trance, it was as if I had returned to the years of the war.

These people, either from the end of the day, or with extraordinary backgrounds, or they sat in high positions by some shady means.

But no matter what, they were once the swords under Taizu's hands.

They were never afraid of death!

Although he is now old, weak, sick and disabled.